The Good Life

Every morning when I leave my house, after cooking breakfast, I stop and buy a coconut for 50 cents, on the side of the street 100 yards from my house.  The coconut has been sitting in a cooler full of ice and a man chops a tiny hole in the top with a few adept swings of a large cleaver.  He then sticks a straw in it and hands it to me.  I drink it while walking down the street.  I just thought I'd share that with you...